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Somewhere in this empty house,
the clock strikes the hated hour.
But here I sit in this spinning chair,
for love is shown by a dying flower...

Though my time in this realm grows short,
here I am on the computer.
Talking to friends who are far away,
but they are the only ones that have the time...

For my time grows short,
but the friends I have here,
their eyesight is also short.
They do not seem to see how long I will be gone,
or how far for that matter...

But here I sit in this spinning chair,
watching the minutes tick away.
Hoping to soon end this endless pain,
the good old fashioned way...

For soon i will leave this realm,
for a more distant one.
To leave her and them,
for was she EVER the one?

Love was never meant to be,
at least it wasn't for me.
Now the hour chimes once more,
and I am left as I was before...

Left with memories of what could've been,
oh how sweet they are.
But they are but memories,
leaving me with no choice but the bar...

The reason why I rose my hand,
to enter the service.
Now I see what my mind already had,
for this is legal suicide...

People will read of it as doing my duty,
allowing the government to pull the whool over their eyes.
But this is my way of escaping,
for I have seen too many times, the light...

Now there is no longer anything left for me here,
so I move on to another place.
Hoping that a person there,
will at last put my mind to rest...